"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Aldrich" the young woman seated at the reception desk apologized. "Doctor Norman is running a little behind in his schedule this afternoon. I can reschedule you for another day if you like, but you are his next-to-last scheduled appointment for the afternoon and if you have time to wait..."
"Oh, I'll wait. I understand completely." Lucille said, smiling. The receptionist, whose name badge read "Paige," was blonde, pretty, and apparently new to the office staff. As Lucille sat down on a Barcelona chair and opened a well-thumbed old issue of
People
, she couldn't help wondering how intimately acquainted Paige might already be with the special services offered by Norman's private practice.
The thought sent a sexual thrill through Lucille...but then, nearly constant arousal seemed to have become a fact of life for her in the last month. The more sex she got, the more she craved. She'd amused herself for several afternoons with her son and Luke Gable. Then, with their cooperation she'd added Brandon Crane to her growing stable of young studs.
Had it been only a few weeks ago that she'd been living the drab life of a frustrated, middle-aged small town grandmother? It seemed years now.
Yet with all of that action she wouldn't have dreamed of missing her weekly appointments with Kurt Norman. Despite being in his mid-forties Norman was as virile as any of Lucille's teen lovers, well hung, and he possessed a range of experience and a perverse imagination that her young lovers couldn't yet match.
"Mrs. Aldrich?" Courtney Harris, the PA who'd first initiated her into the glories of carnal indulgence, stood in the doorway that connected the reception area to the doctors' offices and exam rooms. The young brunette grinned familiarly at her. "Doctor Norman is waiting for you!"
"I'm sorry," Paige stammered, red-faced. "I thought he was..."
"It's fine," Courtney soothed the younger girl. "Go ahead, Lucille. You know your way?"
Lucille nodded. She glanced over her shoulder as she crossed toward the inner corridor to see Courtney locking the outer office door. "Don't worry, honey," Courtney said reassuringly to the receptionist. "You can't know all of the details of our office procedures in just three days. You're doing a great job so far."
At the far end of the corridor, the door to Norman's main examination room was ajar. Lucille opened it wide and gasped in happy surprise at what she saw.
Kurt Norman and Rachel Thornton, the local Baptist minister's young daughter, occupied the padded examination table at the center of the room. Norman reclined naked on the table, which he'd adjusted to elevate his head and shoulders and thus give him a closer view of the blonde teen as she serviced him.
Rachel wore only a little pink miniskirt. She stood flat-footed on the table facing away from Norman. Bending forward from the waist, she steadied herself by resting one hand on the Doctor's belly. Her other hand grasped the root of his cock. Her mouth moved up and down the entire length of his fuck-shaft as she lovingly bathed the underside with her tongue.
"Such flexibility and poise," Norman said admiringly "Your weekend gymnastics classes
do
pay dividends." He teasingly inserted a finger into Rachel's exposed pussy. She squealed happily.
Rachel did have the body of a gymnast. The eighteen year-old was slender with small, high breasts, long legs and a two-inch gap between the tops of her thighs. Her pussy was shaved completely smooth.
"Lucille, Darling. We've been so
missing
you at church!" Recognizing the syrupy sweet voice, Lucille looked to her left and saw Rachel's mother, Donna.
Donna Thornton sprawled on an upholstered accent chair, naked except for her ubiquitous necklace of perfectly matched pearls, cradled in the lap of a good-looking young man that Lucille didn't recognize. Her bare legs were draped over the chair's arms and her head lay back against the man's broad chest. He played and pulled idly on her large brown nipples as she wriggled and bounced against him. She reached down between her thighs to grip his erect prick like a saddle's pommel, rubbing it against her wet cunt.
"Doctor Burnett here was just about to put this monster up my ass," Donna explained. "Would you like to watch? I'll just bet you would."
Before Lucille could find the words to answer, Doctor Norman noticed her. "Punctual as always, Mrs. Aldrich," he said. "I hope you don't mind, but I thought that we might as well take advantage of Doctor Burnett's availability this afternoon to step up the intensity of your physical therapy. If you're amenable, that is?"
Rachel let go of Norman's cock long enough to wave airily at Lucille, but she was obviously unwilling to interrupt her oral exam for a polite "Hello." She had the knob of his prick between her soft young lips now, sucking up his pre-cum as if from an oversized straw. His cock gleamed from her lip gloss.
Lucille breathlessly watched Norman push a second finger into Rachel's cunt. A rippling shudder ran through the young blonde's entire frame and she moaned softly, ducking her head down until his cock was completely inside her, the head nudging its way down her supple throat.
"Kee-
Rist!"
Donna screamed. Startled, Lucille turned to see Doctor Burnett's fat prick boring determinedly upward into Donna's throttling, tight asshole.
"Are you experiencing pain?" Burnett asked in a proper doctorly tone of concern for his patient's well-being.
"You're killing me, you son of bitch!"
"Should I stop?" he taunted her, pulling a little of his prick back out of her ass.
"Don't you dare!" she hissed. "I want the whole fucking thing! Split me in two, stud!"
"Well, then..." Burnett drove another several inches of stiff prick upward into the sweating, wailing blonde. She gyrated and arched her back as if struggling to pull away from him, but he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her firmly in place.
